
When I was small (and Christmas trees were tall), I thought it would be cool to one day, when I was big, to be like Barry Ronge. In my mind the guy had this awesome job of watching movies (and clearly eating endless amounts of popcorn doing so), but more importantly he got to tell people exactly how stupid some of the movies were. Unfortunately as I grew older the fantasy job of a film critic withered away. For one thing I would never be big like Barry Ronge. read more…



























